Elena Malec paintings:
Although you can think I am a megalomaniac person… (and maybe you are right, I am)… I won’t speak about me for one day and I will talk about painters. Yesterday, Elena Malec sent me a painting with an ugly man (myself, sorry) and a sweet dog (my dog, Jack). I will try to express my gratitude to her for the present but I will try to say something more and this is the reason because I am writing this article.
Elena Malec sent me the picture when I got up… well, I’m sick now and I need to rest then I get up really late… when I received it, of course I felt very happy and honored, but I still saw more during the day. The painting received a lot of congratulations during the day, most of Elena Malec’s friends congratulate her for the painting and some of my friends did the same. I was not surprised for it because it’s a great picture, but I was really happy for it because it’s a real fantastic thing that the work we are trying to do in yareah became real yesterday.
Yareah began some years ago trying to mix writing and painting, literature and art. Some writers think that writing and painting are different ways to get the same treasure and, in fact, some of them think that the structures and ways to get this goal are so different that painting and literature can live one without the other. Is there nothing in common between some of Durero’s painting and The Frenzy of Orlando by Ariosto? I know that the static sensation, the eternal composition of a painting is very different that the changing way to present the fiction in literature. But I have to make this question: aren’t both arts trying to get exactly the same? When we begin the magazine, I must confess now, I was really against some English terms like ‘author’, ‘writer’ or even the concept of ‘art’. In Latin, I had to talk about Aristotle but I won’t, Literature is a kind of Art and an ‘author’ is also a ‘painter’ and an ‘artist’ is always an ‘author’ and a ‘painter’… because all of them, all of us, are trying to win the last goal, to get the last finishing line: to try to get something eternal with earthly materials… words or colors, adjectives or compositions, different structures and different ways… same thinking at last. In fact, Picasso is nearest Joyce than any other writer in the 20th century and you can understand better the avant-garde painting reading Joyce’s books.
Literature and Art are, again, so close to forget one or other.
After Elena Malec sent me the picture, I received another present: when she was at the University, he wrote in Spanish some poems about Alberti, the Spanish poet. I think this is marvelous because the love feeling for Art became first love for literature to convert later it in colors.
With this article, I would like to express my eternal gratitude for the painting, my great admiration for her and my frank conviction than Literature and Art, Writing and Painting, are two faces of the same coin: the way to be better, the way to get the best.
Thanks again, Elena.
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